Page 14 of Delayed Offsides

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are. And your dress is too sexy.” My hot breath blows over her cheek, and she rests her head against the wall, sighing. Darting my tongue out, I lick up the side of her neck. Cupping her face, I angle her head so I can kiss her deeper.

I know I’m stalling, well aware of the fact I can’t waste time with Callie. I gotta take my opportunities where I can get them.

But I crave the taste of her mouth. The intimacy it provides. Intimacy she rarely gives another from what I’ve seen.

With my hand between her thighs, I feel the dampness. The need.

Fuck yeah. She wants me.

Tentatively, and watching her reaction, I nudge her panties out of the way. Ah, yes, perfection. My fingers glide between her slick folds, greedily seeking out what I need. That wetness on my fingertips. Sliding over her clit, I slowly ease my way inside her. “Have you been thinking about this all night?” I ask, hoping she’ll grant me with a truth of some sort.

Only she doesn’t answer me. At least not right away. She makes me wait, stalls, drawing out the anticipation.

My heart beats faster in my ears. I grip the inside of her thigh with my other hand, my fingers digging in. “Tell me,” I beg. When she doesn’t answer me again, I wrap my free hand around her throat and give the slightest squeeze. Not hard, but enough that she knows I want an answer. “Callie…,” I warn, my voice drawing out into a rumble against her skin. I dart my tongue out, licking the shell of her ear.

I hear her swallow, a gasp following, and I’m finally granted with a “Yes.”

Removing my finger, I pull back, so she has a view of what I’m about to do, and suck off her juices from my fingers, my eyes locked on hers. “Show me with this pretty mouth of yours.”

She raises her arms, and I slide her dress from her body. She’s not wearing a bra, so I don’t have to battle with that.

“Bed,” she begs.

I kneed her right tit in my hand, unwilling to move just yet, my mouth drawing in her nipple. Tossing her head back, she threads her hands in my hair and groans. My cock jumps with anticipation, my breath coming out in a violent growl. I want to fuck her against the wall, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to. It’s been too long since I was with her last. I want to draw this out and fuck her on my bed, not a quick one against the wall.

My mouth distracts her though. I’m good with my tongue. Hell, one time, she actually called me up just to eat her out. Not lying. That’s all I did that day. So in hopes that she’ll let me continue this, maybe taste her too, I swirl my tongue around her perky nipple. I scrape my teeth against the sensitive buds and then suck harder on them, wanting to savor every last moment of this.

When I move my mouth from her, she has something to say about that. “Hey, don’t stop.”

“Say please,” I say, a waver in my voice, one I almost don’t even recognize.

God, get it together, pussy.

Callie draws back a little and stares me directly in the eye, all semblance of teasing gone now. “Okay, stop. We need to fuck. I can’t take this teasing.”

My hands slide down her hips to her panties before claiming her lips, needing that tongue once more. Bunching the fabric between my fingers, I give them a sudden rough tug, tearing them from her hips.

“Damn you.”

“I never said I wouldn’t rip your clothes off you.” She opens her mouth to say something, and then I stop her, my fingertips to her lips. “You know you like this side of me.”

She licks her lips, a smirk tugging, but no words escape.

With a determined scowl, she tugs my half-buttoned shirt and does the same thing I just did. Rips the buttons and tears it off. I smile. “That’s my dirty girl.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Orting.”

Okay. If I wasn’t hard before, I am now. Okay, I was hard dancing and haven’t softened since. Slowly, she slides down my body, her hands on the front of my thighs, and squats in front of me. Her hips push out, creating a beautiful curvy shape to her tiny frame. Perfection. Absolute perfection. With her dark hair collected over her shoulder, she looks up at me, her lashes fluttering as she sinks her fingers into the band of my slacks and pushes them down to my knees. I widen my stance as my dick springs out, ready for action.

She stands, waiting, and I put both my hands on the wall behind her, palms flat. I nod south. “Get on your knees again.” I don’t have to tell her what I want. She knows. And I can be bossy when it comes to sex. Callie knows that, and I think she’s okay with it, but there’s a certain amount of hesitation in my voice. She does as I say and strokes my cock with the palm of her hand, gliding easily over it from the tip to the base and back again.

“Fuck.” I grunt, one hand from the wall moving to cradle the back of her head.

Callie is gifted at sucking dick. I’m telling you, it’s the shit men dream about. The ones they brag about in the locker rooms. Don’t believe me?

Watch.

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